Avert your eyes, epilepsy sufferers, as the Flash animations load, but stay on for the fucked goodies on the Bohórquez family estates, “where the brave bull wanders”, “the horse gallops to his whim”, and everybody else simply skips to their Lou as the sun withdraws discretely behind the “intricate skirted passages of ever bloomed plant pots” and the water, “always omnipresent[,] confer[s] this garden full with mystery the spirit and beauty of the Moorish Andalusia.”
Over at the bullring, we find Elvira Madigan, which is to say a cheesy flamenco take on the slow movement of Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 21 in C major, K467. Do not mock: “Elvira Madigan (December 4, 1867 – July 20, 1889) was a Danish tightrope walker and trick rider, whose illicit affair and dramatic death at the hands of her lover were the subject of a famous Swedish film from 1967″. So she would have certainly felt at home in this home of sport-lovers, “where bull and horse run even to a singular architecture without paragon in any other part of the world, unalterable to the passing of time.” That Fermín Bohórquez has “a mount capable of dancing with a pretty Andalusian woman” does not mean that he would object to it dancing with a dazzling Dane, even if over at Activities she might regretfully have been informed that rejoneo is for gentlemen only.
So all well and fuckèd–even Scheherazade might have blanched at the howlers committed here–but just don’t drink any of their produce: “Old oak boots keep a treasure, the Sherry wine that the Bohórquez Family raises and keeps with zeal for the great occasions.”
Due to this blogger’s inefficiency we’re now a fortnight away from December 1st, World AIDS Day. But if you want to help children in southern Africa who have been orphaned or made vulnerable by HIV/AIDS, then you can donate to Starfish Greathearts Foundation at any time. Like now, for example. Think of it as an early Christmas present.
I rather liked the translation of the Swedish ballad in Wikipedia:
Unhappy things still happen.
Even in our time,
Saddest of all is this
What happened to Elvira Madigan.
Lovely was she as an angel:
Eyes of blue and cheeks of red,
Waist as slender as a flower;
But she got a cruelly dead.
What an bad girl she must have been, to run away Lieutenant Count Bengt Edvard Sixten Sparre, who was married:
But, you see, their cash ran out,
Nought to live on!
To avoid poverty’s fate
Home they built inside a grave.
- RTVE uses a song about a bloke who burnt down his girlfriend’s house to accompany an anti-gender-based violence ad
Your organisation says: Let’s forget for a few years about Peruvian serving girls punched by their up-town mistresses, husbands terrorised by their wives, and boys bullied by their bigger boyfriends. Instead, let’s reiterate the machista myth that all GBV is man-on-woman. And so the agency puts together a snappy three-liner with some music that evokes …
- Transvestite barrel organ dancers in 1930s Whitechapel and the 1860s London West End
With acrobats, clowns, and Doris and Thisbe, goddesses of wind.
- Dear Customs@HMRC
Which EU import tariff is applicable to non-EU kazoos?
- Origins of the “Gaelic Blessing” used at quasi-Christian, pagan and “humanist” funerals, and in a piece by John Rutter
Transphobic druidic mumbojumbo by William “Fiona” Sharp, in which God answers a prayer and cures a Hebridean fisherman’s feminine gender identity.